Dead and Gone

I’ve held my tongue for as long as I can, but no longer. The comedy marketed to and generally consumed by black folks is awful. “Black” comedy is obvious, stereotypical and mean spirited.

I’ve read that comedy is based on surprise. Getting something other than what is expected is what makes a joke truly work. A lot of the time black comedians leave the innuendo out and go full on with the obvious. The punchline is not something unexpected but more so a value of shared experience or slapstick. This isn’t outright terrible, but we’re thin awfully quickly. Comedians like Michael Blackson, Mike Epps and Katt Williams continually prove this true.

I’m on the train right now and my stop is coming up so I’m going to actually skip over the stereotypical aspect and just say Soul Plane.

Finally, too many black comedians are insult comics. Too many rappers are battle rappers. Too many twitter folks are “shade” throwers. A joke here or there is fine at someone’s expense is fine, but when it becomes your raison d’etre, there is a problem. I watched a documentary about Robin Harris and I still don’t understand what was so funny about someone insulting people who paid to see him…uhhh insult them? I don’t know. Its just not for me. Plenty of comedians, past and present, get along without playing the dozens. Again, its only so many ways you can talk about someone’s shirt, hair or features out of their control like the size of their forehead. Move it along. Write an actual joke, yo.

Welp, its my stop.


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